This Nida claims to come from a long line of caretakers who lived out their lives tending their gardens in the sky.
She says we're under attack by some kind of invading force.
I was shown visions of creatures and lands twisted out of shape in the other garden-wheel.
I felt pathetic and weak, once I understood how far outside my own time and place I truly was.
Nida told me my trials in the netherworld that she called Genesis should have prepared me for our coming fight, but I was less sure.
Then she showed me the colossal mechanical mules the caretakers use to work the land, how those can cut through solid rock with spears of light as bright as the sun.
And I saw how we may not be as powerless as I'd feared.